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He offered a small smile and as a response that was followed up with a quizzical tilt of the head: who are you and what are you doing?
He settled more, trying to keep his butt off the freezing snow and still appear to not be uncomfortable. Again, he let his eyes study her without hesitation or regards for how she felt about his attention. He was selfish to himself, true, but who could pass up on a fine specimen such as the one before him?
Blinking slowly, he let his tail brush up the snow and returned his gaze to her eyes. Here was a puzzle, for now, they looked grey, almost blue. But could he really tell in the light? Then his mind drifted to her greeting, the thought coming back to assault his mind at the worst of times; where he had better things at hand. Was it night or day?
He looked up and watched lower, lighter clouds rush past, lower than the deep, heavy blanket that blocked the usual blue of the sky. It was dark, everywhere.
He dismissed the thought and returned to the woman, still trusting in her first impression; for she was yet to rip his throat from his skin. This let him trust her further and offered up his name, provided she was yet to ask for it. "Derg." The expression and tone should tell her if she didn't ask.
He settled more, trying to keep his butt off the freezing snow and still appear to not be uncomfortable. Again, he let his eyes study her without hesitation or regards for how she felt about his attention. He was selfish to himself, true, but who could pass up on a fine specimen such as the one before him?
Blinking slowly, he let his tail brush up the snow and returned his gaze to her eyes. Here was a puzzle, for now, they looked grey, almost blue. But could he really tell in the light? Then his mind drifted to her greeting, the thought coming back to assault his mind at the worst of times; where he had better things at hand. Was it night or day?
He looked up and watched lower, lighter clouds rush past, lower than the deep, heavy blanket that blocked the usual blue of the sky. It was dark, everywhere.
He dismissed the thought and returned to the woman, still trusting in her first impression; for she was yet to rip his throat from his skin. This let him trust her further and offered up his name, provided she was yet to ask for it. "Derg." The expression and tone should tell her if she didn't ask.
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Playing games from the start - by Derg - November 27, 2018, 05:18 PM
RE: Playing games from the start - by Savannah - November 27, 2018, 06:01 PM
RE: Playing games from the start - by Derg - November 28, 2018, 01:52 PM
RE: Playing games from the start - by Savannah - November 28, 2018, 02:15 PM
RE: Playing games from the start - by Derg - November 28, 2018, 02:31 PM